"I love you too." Where are you going?"Marissa heard her mother asking her just as she passed her bedroom. Olivia was in her bedroom brushing her long...hair."I'm going to the park with Angela," Marissa explained."You already spend enough time with Angela. You hung out with her last Saturday all day and just yesterday didn't you two go to the movies?" Olivia asked sternly.Marissa pouted. "So what?"Olivia put her brush down and frowned at her daughter. "So what? Well first of all don't sass me and. He walked up to the urinal next to me and droppedhis red costume pants. He must have been at least six feet tall, becausehe made my blonde haired, five foot two, hundred pound frame literally looklike I was one of his elves."Don't tell anyone you caught me in here, k**, they think it spoils theillusion." he told me as he pulled his fat uncut cock out of his underwearand aimed it at the urinal. I nodded and made sure I got a good look. "Good, cause I have to pisslike a horse!" Or a reindeer?". "As I told Elmer and he later told you, only the personwho put the wig on your head can ever remove it again." But I put it on my head myself." she responded. "That means Ishould be able to remove it myself." For effect, she pulled on thewig, which stubbornly refused to move. "See. It won't let meremove it like it's supposed to." But who was the _you_ that donned the wig?" I told you. It was me." And who was the _you_ that tried to remove it?" Me." she answered again, her visible. "Jim looked around. His advisor's office was in the building next door to the one he was in."Don't worry," the receptionist laughed. "I'll call over there and let them know that you're on the way."A few minutes later Jim was balancing his box of materials in one hand and knocking on Professor Stark's office door with the other while he panted for breath. The man he'd met with, a guy by the name of Mr. Cutler, opened the door. He was about forty, had on a pin-striped suit. Jim remembered that he.